Might Not lyrics

[Intro: Choppa EBK & B-Lovee]
Like, baby demon
Grrah (Die Y)
(Grrah)
I'm the one who started this madness, n*gga

[Chorus: B-Lovee]
I'm tryna rock 'em like a baby
We see the opps then scream, "We got one", like
So that's when the shots come, boys in the cut lowkey tryna drop one
He tryna talk like a savage, he not one
Rollin' up Rah, that's a hot one
And I got this thot on my body, like
She a goat on her knees, she top one (Top one, like)
And she tryna— (And she tryna)
And we tryna— (Oh, we tryna?)
But I keep my— (And I keep my), I got one in the top (Grrah, like)

[Verse 1: B-Lovee]
It get lit, throw a shot
Put that on bro, I done did it a lot
n*ggas actin' like somethin' they not
Callin' they bluff, this sh*t gotta stop
n*ggas slackin', I get guap
That's why I'm f*ckin' on all of they thots
Think I'm lackin'? I'm with Chop, and he be itchin' to blowin' his chop
And b*tch it's Lovee, in the spot
Diamonds dancin', n*ggas starin'
But I dare 'em, hollows gon' f*ck up whatever he wearin', like
[Verse 2: Choppa EBK]
First thing's first, I was never the one to be played with
Like, who not O's? n*ggas better save it, like
Don't tryna play with my patience
Now, I get him fried like some bacon
They gon' die for the sh*t that he sayin'
It was y'all that was needing the savin'
So let's not get it mistaken
I'm done being calm, I'm on n*ggas ass
I'd never let them get a pass
Told bro TP, don't crash
Can't go out like AJ, he was movin' too fast
Bro, we did 'em sleeze, no Makk
Nesty the Gz, on his knees, he a fag
Yus Gz, fake jeans, give 'em back
Like, deady, where he at?
He shot himself, he was not movin' tact
I don't play with my gun, I don't get into that
She know I'm smokin' her mans, but she still let me hit from the back
Good wit' my hands, but I'm quick when I'm uppin' the strap
Can't go out like Rah, that dumb n*gga lacked (That dumb n*gga lacked)

[Chorus: B-Lovee]
I'm tryna rock 'em like a baby
We see the opps then scream, "We got one", like
So that's when the shots come, boys in the cut lowkey tryna drop one
He tryna talk like a savage, he not one
Rollin' up Rah, that's a hot one
And I got this thot on my body, like, she a goat on her knees, she top one (Top one, like)
And she tryna— (And she tryna)
And we tryna— (Oh, we tryna?)
But I keep my— (And I keep my), I got one in the top, like (Grrah, like)
[Outro: Choppa EBK]
(?) my strip, like, watch how I hop out the whip
Reverse what? Reverse sh*t, n*ggas get hit in that whip
And Freddy got hit with some chips with a b*tch, that can never be me
'Cause I walk to the store with my stick, let it click